Late Night Fishing (Puppy)
May 8, 2015 20:37:26 GMT -5
Post by uwu on May 8, 2015 20:37:26 GMT -5
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The sea is sparkling with a red-yellow-orange shimmer from the sunset. The waves coming from the wake are calmingly crashing against the side of the dock as a boat heads out into the distance. I take a deep breath in. The summery, salty sea smell floats into my nose, the smell I'm used to and love. It feels so nice to be outside. Then I blank out a little and regain focus.
What's going on? Am I supposed to be doing something? My eyebrows nearly touch as I try to remember why I was sitting on the dock alone this late in the day. I almost never come here. My boss generally drops me off here because my shifts are finished for the day, or he just got too annoyed at me. Wait... bags of fish... nets... docks... fishing pole... tackle box... OH! I'M SUPPOSED TO DROP THIS STUFF BACK TO THE SHOP!
I feel proud of myself. I generally would completely forget all the stuff at the dock and my boss would yell at me for making him bring back the equipment. So now how am I gonna get all this stuff back to the shop? Now if only he could have left something for me to use. He probably did, but I'm too lazy to find it. I'll just take multiple trips. I start buy rolling up the net and putting it under my arm, and then picking up the fishing pole and tackle box. Might as well get the lighter stuff first.
The walk to the shop took longer than usual because I accidentally got lost, which I'm used to by now. I head back to get the bags of fish my boss left for me. How many did bags are there, anyway? I was able to count ten bags of them, along with a couple lobster traps that I missed before. Welp, this is going to be a fun night. At least I have energy. I sigh, pick up four or five of the bags of fish the fish and head back for the shop.
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